There you are. Welcome again. Do sit back and relax. Make yourself at home.
I’m Marcia, pronounced máhr-see-ah, a creative dreamer happy to share my joys, littlest and grandest, and in spite of this public setting also quite private.
To see through the eyes of wonder, the heart of a child, this is a gift we’re all born with, but sadly one that we’re usually quite hurried to wrap back up and place in a locked drawer, too preoccupied to remember the whereabouts of its key. Somehow, wonderfully and more wonderfully, from childhood to adulthood, I never once parted with my gift, and this is what I like to take with me wherever I go. Even here. Even now.
What amazes me? Glad you asked! I am swept off my feet by the weightlessness of grace. I am awed by nature’s nobility, the extravagance of stillness and simplicity. Kindness that lingers in the soul as sweet perfume, soothing, calming, lifting us to greater heights; the infinite in the finite, heaven’s fingerprints in earthly everyday details, like preparing a meal or folding laundry, all is a wonder that has my heart.
Through the years, I’ve fluffed up and dusted off this corner many times and shared in a variety of styles. One thing remains unchanged, my love for God’s Word, and this will continue to narrate. I happen to enjoy pairing it with nature and light that I trick myself into believing I caught.
Before I step away, I hope you don’t mind me hanging up a sign on this sliver of picket. To the homeward bound. To the weary, the restless, you who may be looking for a warm place of beauty to rest your head. It’s a whole other world in this world, the secret place of the Most High, and it all feels very much like home because it is home.
You are highly loved.